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Friday, July 24, 2015

Psychic Seductions Author Spotlight Tour Day 5

Jacquie Underdown...

When it comes to love, sex, and seduction, these
psychics break all the rules. Seven sexy stories and seven gifts of insight
that will make you a believer.

When Beachwalk
Press Inc. announced the submission call for an anthology featuring
psychics, I was in. My head was instantly swirling with ideas.My mother is a psychic (card & tarot
reader), and I’ve certainly had my own share of ‘intuitive’ experiences, so
it’s a topic I’m familiar with.

The old
adage of ‘write what you know’ isn’t one to be ignored, nor is the opportunity
to write about a subject that’s close to my heart.

So Cupid and
Cupcakes was brought to life, starring Penny, who is a much better
baker than I’ll ever be and is way more talented at matchmaking than I’ve ever
been.

And, let’s be honest, I’m not sure there are many more
delicious combinations than romance
and cupcakes.

Mix a modern-day cupid with a hot-as-hell hero, smother with
a thick layer of buttercream, and the result is a sticky, sweet, and utterly
satisfying mouthful of a story.

Cupid
and Cupcakes

In a snowy,
sleepy town is a quaint cupcake shop. People travel from miles away to visit
this sugar-scented store because they think it's magical. They're not entirely
wrong. But it isn't the shop, or the cupcakes it sells, that's magical…it's the
owner.

Penny loves
her little store, but people don't visit Cupid and Cupcakes solely for her cakes. They have an
ulterior motive—they're seeking love. Penny is a matchmaker, a modern-day
cupid, and she's great at it. Never wrong. Unfortunately, Penny's gift doesn't
work where her own love life is concerned. That is until Jonathon reappears in
her life. He's her best friend's brother, utterly wrong for her, and completely
off-limits. Or is he?

You will
find Cupid and Cupcakes sitting
alongside six other fantastic stories in…

Psychic Seductions

When it comes to
love, sex, and seduction, these psychics break all the rules. Seven sexy
stories and seven gifts of insight that will make you a believer.

Penny had started up the hall to
her room when the bathroom door opened and plumes of steam rolled out, followed
by Jonathon. Dressed only in a towel. She stopped dead in her tracks. His hair
was wet and hanging loosely around his ears and neck. Goodness, Jonathon had
definitely grown up. His skin was tanned and taut; the muscles in his chest,
arms, and shoulders thieved her attention. The way his towel hung loosely on
his hips, barely covering what was hidden underneath, made her heart beat
faster. He was…hot. Jonathon was hot. This couldn’t be right.

Whoa, back up, Penny. You cannot be
perving on your best friend’s brother. That had to cross a billion best
friend boundaries. Uncrossable boundaries. This was Jonathon. Ratty, bratty,
sexy-as-hell Jonathon.

She closed
her eyes and took a few deep breaths.

“Everything
okay, Pen?” came his deep voice. Deeper than she remembered
it being. It sizzled through her veins, igniting her insides. Her belly
squeezed just hearing his voice.

Penny opened her eyes and made certain she looked only at his face. Not
at that delectable body. If the front of him was that good, she could only
imagine what his back and ass…oh dear God. She couldn’t help but look—he was so strong and
toned. Eyes, Penny, his eyes. She forced her gaze to find his
face again and swallowed hard. “Absolutely fine. Just a dizzy spell. I think
I’m tired.”

He strode
to her, reached out, and held her elbow. She tried not to breathe in the scent
of bubbles and clean, male flesh, or revel in the warmth pouring from him,
coaxing her own skin.

“You sure?
You look a little pale.”

Penny
forced a smile. “I’m fine. Once I get out of these clothes and into something
more comfortable...” Oh, dear, did I seriously just say that? Now she was
picturing herself naked and Jonathon naked. Both naked…together. Breathe,
Penny, breathe. “I mean, I smell like my cupcake shop still...”

He grinned.
“You smell delicious.”

Her eyes
widened.

“When am I going
to get to try one of your cupcakes?”

Was that a
euphemism? Of course not. He was being completely literal here. She blinked and
watched a droplet of water run down the side of his face, down his stubbled,
square jaw. Talk, Penny. “Um…tomorrow. Come downstairs
tomorrow and I’ll give you a taste…of, um, my cupcake.” She shook her head. “I
mean, a cupcake.”

He nodded
and grinned again, those flashing dimples carving lines in his cheeks. “Look
forward to it.” He released her elbow and headed to his room.

Penny
sucked in a deep breath and continued to her own room.

It was
Jonathon. Yes, she found him attractive. Very attractive. Any warm-blooded
female would. But it meant absolutely nothing.

1. because
he’s Jonathon.

2. he’s her
best friend’s brother.

3. …um.

What was she talking about again?

About
me

I live in rural Victoria, Australia. On permanent hiatus
from a profession I don’t love, I now spend my time wrapped up in my
imagination, creating characters and exploring alternative realities. I am an
author of a number of digitally published novels, novellas and short stories
that are emotionally driven and possess unique themes beyond the constraints of
the physical universe.